A Homeschool Manifesto
(in which the Headmaster reveals the truth about homeschooling, remodeling and church-sign cosmology.)
Just when you thought nothing could get weirder here at the Academy. I was talking on the phone when Kyle walked up with this one, and I almost lost my cookies laughing...
Posted by Jim Chandler at 1:45 PM
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I have an entirely new appreciation for the term "booty call" after I learned to dance it at Nana's gala. Oh, yeah...imagine, if you will, Jhonni and I (and most of Nana's staff) dancing the booty call at Nan's shindig . . .that's when my dad fell in love with Jhonni, I think. And that's when I started calling Jhonni "Mommy". Family at last! And Jhonni and I always thought we'd be family through marriage of at least one set of our children. Life is good. The booty call is better . . .
Yeah, but can you do the Salmon Dance?
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